[With no intensity left in his graze, it's a more amiable atmosphere on his end, as much as it ever gets. Tolerating the presence of someone else with the tiniest concession for mutual understanding.]
Happened to you too? It's probably everyone...
[Heine hadn't discussed that idea with anyone else yet, but he knew right away something was wrong regarding previous attributes he'd had. His strength is very low in comparison, maybe to be noted as a normal human standard if he'd any idea what that felt like. His healing doesn't seem to work; he'd only obtained minor injuries from the seed awakening, but it was enough to know nothing is functioning at his usual baseline. Part of him is okay with it, mostly with being less of a potential problem when he inevitably loses his shit. His psychological issues haven't abated, though that itself is also less of a concern in some ways should the thing be able to force its way out. It would still have his body — and he's weak as fuck. That other part of him, however, is internally freaking out about it, the complete absence of typical strength and constitution that he relied on too much; he's such a wreckless person, it's difficult to rein that in, a contious effort. It feels wrong.]
Who knows? Going well so far.
[He doesn't feel any conviction in that lasting, as he can't expect any universe to shift his shit luck, but for now, he has to agree he's better off on some level. He runs a hand through his hair and shrugs a bit, as if they're done with this now. Heine has no desire to maintain a conversation past obtaining what he wanted to know.]
Anyway, you got this.
[He doesn't leave immediately though, fixing a pointed stare at Crona, but it's not cold. It's his opening for them to say anything else before he fucks off.]
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Happened to you too? It's probably everyone...
[Heine hadn't discussed that idea with anyone else yet, but he knew right away something was wrong regarding previous attributes he'd had. His strength is very low in comparison, maybe to be noted as a normal human standard if he'd any idea what that felt like. His healing doesn't seem to work; he'd only obtained minor injuries from the seed awakening, but it was enough to know nothing is functioning at his usual baseline. Part of him is okay with it, mostly with being less of a potential problem when he inevitably loses his shit. His psychological issues haven't abated, though that itself is also less of a concern in some ways should the thing be able to force its way out. It would still have his body — and he's weak as fuck. That other part of him, however, is internally freaking out about it, the complete absence of typical strength and constitution that he relied on too much; he's such a wreckless person, it's difficult to rein that in, a contious effort. It feels wrong.]
Who knows? Going well so far.
[He doesn't feel any conviction in that lasting, as he can't expect any universe to shift his shit luck, but for now, he has to agree he's better off on some level. He runs a hand through his hair and shrugs a bit, as if they're done with this now. Heine has no desire to maintain a conversation past obtaining what he wanted to know.]
Anyway, you got this.
[He doesn't leave immediately though, fixing a pointed stare at Crona, but it's not cold. It's his opening for them to say anything else before he fucks off.]